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As the hours pass, Y/n starts to feel tired from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. But despite her tiredness, she finds it hard to fall asleep. Her mind continues to race with thoughts of Oscar, and she can’t seem to quiet her emotions or her body’s reaction to his memory.

She tosses and turns in her bed, feeling a mixture of frustration and desire. She knows that she needs to talk to Oscar and clear the air between them, but she’s not sure how to approach the subject. She’s afraid of his reaction, and she doesn’t want to make things more complicated than they already are.

Saturday, 1:33 AM

Eventually, after hours of tossing and turning, Y/n manages to calm herself down enough to drift off to sleep. But her sleep is restless and uneasy, plagued by dreams of Oscar and their complicated situation.

In her dreams, Y/n relives the kiss over and over again, feeling all the intensity and desire of the moment. She sees Oscar’s possessive expression, feels his hands on her arms, his body pressing against hers. The dreams are both thrilling and overwhelming, leaving her feeling more confused and conflicted than ever.

As the night progresses, the dreams become more intense and vivid. Y/n finds herself waking up every so often, feeling a sense of longing and need that she can’t explain. Despite her tumultuous thoughts and emotions, she eventually falls into a deeper sleep, her mind and body exhausted.

Saturday, 7:29 AM

When she finally wakes up the next morning, Y/n feels groggy and disoriented. She sits up in her bed, squinting against the sunlight streaming in through the window. As she slowly comes to her senses, she’s hit with a wave of recollection of the previous events - the party, the fight, the kiss, and her restless dreams all rush back to her.

Y/n drags herself out of bed and shuffling into her bathroom. She turns on the faucet and splashes water onto her face, trying to wake herself up and shake off the grogginess from her restless night. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and the weary expression on her face.

She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth out the tangles and messy strands. As she looks at her reflection, she can’t help but feel a sense of trepidation about what the day will bring. She knows she’ll have to face Oscar and deal with their unresolved feelings, and the thought makes her stomach flutter with anxiety.

Despite her nerves, Y/n takes a deep breath and tries to psych herself up for the day ahead. She turns off the faucet and grabs a towel to dry her face. She knows she can’t avoid Oscar forever, no matter how much she wants to. She will have to talk to him sooner or later, and she needs to gather her thoughts and prepare herself for the conversation.

Y/n exits the bathroom, feeling a little more awake and composed. She walks back to her bed and sits down on the edge, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She knows that she needs to face the day and all the challenges it will bring, but she can’t help feeling apprehensive about her inevitable encounter with Oscar.

As she sits there on the edge of her bed, Y/n takes a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She tells herself that she can handle this, that she can face Oscar and talk to him like a mature adult. She knows that it won’t be easy, but she’s determined to get to the bottom of their feelings and figure out where they stand.

Y/n stands up from the bed, feeling a sense of determination overtake her anxiety. She knows that she can’t hide away in her room all day, no matter how tempting it may be. She takes one last deep breath and opens the door, stepping out into the hallway.

Y/n steps out into the hallway, she hears voices coming from downstairs. She figures her parents must be up and about, no surprise there. She slowly descends the stairs, feeling a mixture of anticipation and dread as she approaches the kitchen.

As she enters the kitchen, she sees her parents sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and chit-chatting. They look up as she enters, giving her a smile and a nod. "Good morning," her mom greets her. "Sleep well?"

Y/n forces a smile, trying to seem normal and composed. "Yeah, I slept okay," she replies, sitting down at the table. Her mind is still preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar and their situation, but she tries to hide it from her parents.

Her mom looks closely at her, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "You look tired," she remarks. "Are you sure you slept okay?"

Y/n nods, trying to dismiss her mom’s concern. "I’m fine, just had a tough night sleeping," she says, feigning a casual tone.

Her dad looks at her, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "You sure there’s nothing going on that’s bothering you?" he asks, peering at her over his mug.

Y/n tries to keep up her air of nonchalance, not wanting to reveal any details about her situation with Oscar. "No, everything’s fine," she says, forcing a smile. "Just had a lot on my mind, that’s all."

Her parents exchange a glance, not fully convinced by her answer. But they don’t press the issue, knowing that Y/n can be closed off when she wants to be. They continue to talk amongst themselves, and Y/n tries to focus on her breakfast, but her mind keeps wandering to Oscar.

As she eats, she finds herself wondering what Oscar is doing at that moment. Is he up yet? Is he thinking about her? Is he as confused and conflicted as she is? She has a million questions and no answers, and it’s driving her crazy.

Oscar

I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. The events of the previous day play on repeat in my mind, and I can't shake the memory of the kiss I shared with her. Her taste, her touch, the way she looked at me afterwards - It's all I can think about.

I toss and turn in my bed, trying to get comfortable. My body is restless, and my mind is racing with emotions I can't quite understand. I feel conflicted and torn, knowing I have I feelings for Y/n but I'm unsure of what to do about them.

I look at the clock on the wall, seeing that it's still early in the morning. I know I should get up and start my day, but I can't seem to find the motivation to move. My thoughts are consumed by Y/n, and nothing else.

I think about the fight we had after the party, and how my jealousy got the best of me. I know I acted like a jerk, but I couldn't stand the sight of seeing Y/n with another guy. I don't understand why I feel so possessive and protective of her, but I can't ignore the emotions stirring up inside me.

He groans and sits up in his bed, running his hands through his hair. He knows he can’t stay in bed all day, no matter how much he wants to. He has responsibilities and things to do, but he can’t bring himself to care about them right now. All he can think about is Y/n.

Oscar contemplates getting up and going for a run, but even that doesn’t have appeal to him. He just wants to lay in bed and wallow in his thoughts. But he knows that won’t solve anything, so he forces himself to get up and head to the bathroom to take a shower.

The water runs over his body, and he hopes it will wash away some of his restless thoughts. But as he stands there under the spray, his mind automatically drifts back to Y/n and the kiss. The memory of her body against his, her lips on his, is all he can think about.

He sighs, frustrated by his inability to clear his mind. He tries to focus on the simple tasks of washing and rinsing his body, but his mind keeps wandering. He knows he needs to talk to Y’n and figure out what’s going on between them, but he’s scared.

He shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the tension in his features. He knows he needs to face Y/n, but he doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

He dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his stomach is still tangled up in knots. He doesn’t know what to expect when he sees Y/n again, and that uncertainty is making him feel anxious and on edge.

Oscar makes his way downstairs, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n. He enters the kitchen and spots her at the breakfast table with her parents. He stands there for a moment, watching her unnoticed.

He takes a moment to look at her, taking in her tired yet beautiful face. He can see the dark circles under her eyes, and he wonders if she didn't sleep well either. He feels a pang of guilt for the part he played in her sleepless night.

He clears his throat to announce his presence, and Y/n looks up at him. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, they just stare at each other in silence. The air between them is thick with tension and unspoken words.

Her parents look between them, noticing the awkward vibe and sensing that something is off. "Good morning, Oscar," her dad greets, breaking the silence.

"Good morning," Oscar responds instinctively, but his eyes are still locked onto Y/n. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and he can feel his palms starting to sweat.

Y/n shifts in her seat, avoiding his gaze. She feels uneasy and awkward, not knowing what to say to him. The memory of their kiss still hangs heavy in her and his presence makes it all feel more real.

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence between the two of them, and Oscar can feel the tension grow with each passing second. He wants to say something, anything, but the words just wont come out. He knows he needs to talk to Y/n, alone, without her parents around

After what feels like an eternity, Y/n's mom breaks the tension by asking if he wants to join them for breakfast. "There's plenty of food," she offers, gesturing to the table.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, looking at Y/n, who still won't meet his gaze. He's torn between wanting to stay and talk to her privately and not wanting to make the situation even more awkward in front of her parents.

Before he can make a decision, Y/n stands up abruptly. "I'm not that hungry," she mutters, pushing her chair back. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."

Her parents look at her in surprise, not expecting her to cut breakfast short so abruptly. They exchange a concerned look before turning their attention back to Oscar. "Is everything okay?" her dad asks, directing the question to him.

Oscar feels caught off guard, and he stutters for a moment before responding. "Huh? Oh, yeah, everything's fine," he lies, trying to sound casual. He can tell her parents are sensing the tension between them, but he's not willing to share the details with them.

Oscar feels trapped. He can't explain to her parents what's going on, but he also can't dismiss their concern entirely. "We just had a little misunderstanding," he says vaguely, trying to deflect their suspicions.

Her mom looks at him skeptically, still not fully convinced. "But everything's okay now, right?" she asks, concern etched on her face.

Oscar nods, trying to sound reassuring. "Yeah, everything's fine. We'll work it out." He stands there awkwardly, not sure what else to say or how to end this conversation without raising more suspicions.

Y/n stands by the stairs, listening intently to the conversation between her parents and Oscar. She feels a mix of relief and disappointment when Oscar says that everything is fine. She knows he's lying, and she can tell that her parents are skeptical too. She listens as they continue to chat, feeling more and more frustrated and confused. But soon, the conversation comes to an end and she quickly makes her way up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She closes the door and locks it behind her, sighing heavily. She can't believe that Oscar would lie to her parents like that, and she's frustrated that he refuses to talk to her about their situation. She paces around her room, feeling restless and agitated.

She wants to confront him, to demand answers and clarity. But she doesn't know how to approach him without making things even more awkward. She's also afraid of what he might say or how he might react. She sits down on her bed, still feeling exhausted and emotional, and she buries her face in her hands.

Her mind is racing with thoughts and questions. What does he really feel for her? Why did he kiss her if he's just going to act like nothing happened? Why won't he talk to her and figure things out? She feels frustrated and hopeless, not knowing how to move forward.

For a while, she just sits there, lost in thought and emotion. She feels torn between wanting to talk to him and avoiding him altogether. She doesn’t know how to handle the situation or what to do next. She feels stuck and overwhelmed, not knowing which way to turn.

As she continues to sit there, she hears footsteps outside her bedroom. She freezes, her heart racing. Is it Oscar? Is he coming to talk to her? She waits anxiously, listening intently for any sound that might indicate what's happening on the other of the door.

But nothing happens. The footsteps fade away and all is quiet again. Y/n feels a mixture of relief and disappointment. She's relieved that she didn't have to face him just yet, but she's also disappointed that he didn't come to talk. She's torn between wanting him to talk and wanting him to stay away.

She looks around her room, feeling a sense of restlessness and agitation, She can't sit still, and can't shake the thoughts and emotions swirling in her mind. She gets up from her bed and paces around the room, feeling like a caged animal.

Y/n, feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, decides that she needs to do something to relax herself. She decides to take a bubble bath, hoping that the warm water and soothing scent of the bubbles will help clear her mind. She goes to her bathroom and starts filling up the tub with warm water.

As the tub fills up, she adds a generous amount of bubble batch solution, watching as the water turns into a milky, frothy mixture. She tests the water with her fingertips, making sure it's not too hot or too cold.

Y/n takes off her bathrobe and carefully steps into the tub. The warm water envelops her body and she lets out a sigh of relief. The smell of the bubble bath fills her nostrils and she feels a sense of comfort wash over her.

She closes her eyes and leans back against the tub, letting the water and bubbles work their magic. The sound of the water and the scent of the bubble bath begin to soothe her mind and calm her emotions.

She spends some time just soaking in the bath, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin and the peace it brings her. The stress and tension start to melt away, and she feels her body and mind slowly relaxing.

She spends the next several minutes just relaxing in the tub, letting the warm water and soothing scents wash away her frustration and worry. She takes deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the bubble bath, and feels herself start to let go of the negative emotions that have been weighing her down.

Gradually, her body and mind start to feel lighter and more relaxed. The tension in her muscles begins to ease, and her mind feels less chaotic. She starts to feel drowsy, and her thoughts begin to slow.

She lets herself sink down into the water, immersing herself in the warm, soothing embrace of the tub. She starts to feel like she’s floating, her thoughts drifting away with each moment of relaxation.

She just lies there, floating in the tub, feeling completely at ease. The water surrounds her and the bubbles encase her, enveloping her in a warm, comforting embrace. Her mind is blissfully empty, and she feels like she could just stay here forever.

After a while, Y/n feels like she's been in the tub for quite some time. She's feeling relaxed and refreshed, but she can tell that the water is starting to cool down. She also knows that she can't stay in the tub forever. With a sigh, decides that it's time to get out.

She sits up in the tub, feeling the water and bubbles slide off her body. She takes a moment to gather her bearings, feeling a momentary dizziness from sitting in the hot water for so long. She stands up, feeling a bit unsteady on her legs, and steps out of the tub.

She grabs a towel from the towel rack and wraps it around herself, feeling the warmth of the fabric against her skin. She feels a bit cold as she's no longer surrounded by water, and she shivers slightly from the sudden change in temperature.

Y/n dries herself off, feeling the towel soak up the water that still clung to her skin. She feels a sense of comfort and cleanliness, knowing that she's taken the time to pamper herself and relax.

She then looks at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her relaxed and refreshed appearance. She notices that the dark circles around her eyes have faded slightly, and she looks less tired and more rejuvenated.

After getting out of the tub and drying off, Y/n heads back to her bedroom and changes into a fresh pair of clothes. She selects something comfortable and casual, still feeling relaxed and refreshed from her bubble bath. As she gets dressed, she can feel her body and mind feeling more rested and at ease.

Y/n turns on her laptop and opens up a movie-streaming website. After scrolling through the selection for a bit, she picks out a movie that looks interesting, something lighthearted and entertaining. She settles onto her bed, propping up a pillow behind her back, and starts playing the movie.

yn.jpg • Just Now Sixpence None The Richer • Kiss Me

Y/n watches the movie intently, invested in the characters and storyline. By the time the movie ends, she feels like she’s been transported into another world, feeling a sense of satisfaction and immersion. As the credits roll, she stretches her limbs and turns off the laptop, feeling satisfied and entertained.

She looks at the clock on her bedside table and realizes that it’s already lunchtime. She feels a pang of hunger and decides that it’s time to head downstairs for lunch. She gets off her bed and stretches once more, feeling rejuvenated and relaxed after her bubble bath and movie.

She heads out of her room and down the stairs, making her way to the kitchen where her family is likely to be gathering for lunch. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she can already hear the sounds of her family talking and moving around in the kitchen.

She makes her way into the kitchen and sees her family setting the table and preparing lunch. Her parents wave at her and gesture for her to sit down. "Just in time for lunch," her dad says with a smile.

Y/n looks around the room and realizes that Oscar is nowhere to be seen. She feels a pang of disappointment and anxiety, wondering where he is and why he hasn’t come down for lunch.

She takes a seat at the table, trying to act casual and nonchalant, despite the fact that she’s feeling concerned and uneasy. Her parents seem to notice her gaze wandering around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of Oscar, but they don’t say anything.

Y/n sits beside his sister, May, and leans in close to her. She whispers in her ear, her voice low so that their parents can’t hear. "Hey, do you know where Oscar is? I thought he’d be here for lunch."

May looks at Y/n, knowing exactly why she’s asking. "Oh, he went for a run," she replies quietly. "He said he needed to clear his head and get some fresh air."

Y/n nods, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She’s relieved to know that he’s not avoiding her or anything like that but disappointed that he isn’t here right now. She sighs inwardly and turns her attention back to the lunch that’s being served.

Her family continues chatting and enjoying their lunch, not noticing Y/n’s distracted and preoccupied state. She tries to focus on the food and conversation but her mind keeps wandering to Oscar and what he’s doing and thinking. She steals glances at the door, hoping that he might come in any moment.

As the lunch progresses, she finds herself getting more and more anxious. She starts to wonder why he didn’t come back for lunch and what he’s thinking. She tries her best to hide her feelings but she knows that her parents are starting to notice her preoccupation.

Her mom looks at her, a concerned expression on her face. "Are you feeling alright, sweetie? You seem a bit distracted," she asks.

Y/n jolts out of her thoughts and looks at her mom, feeling guilty for not paying attention. She nods, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, I’m fine, just a little out of it today, I guess," she replies, trying to sound convincing.

The rest of the lunch is a blur for Y/n. She barely touches her food, her mind and thoughts preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar. She tries to participate in the conversation but finds herself zoning out frequently. As lunch draws to an end, she feels more anxious and restless than ever.

Once everyone is finished with their lunch and begins to clear the table, Y/n gets up from her seat, still feeling restless and anxious. She doesn’t know what to do with herself and feels like she needs to do something to distract herself.

She decides to head back to her room, hoping that some time alone will calm her thoughts and emotions. As she walks up the stairs to her room, she looks out the window, hoping to see Oscar returning from his run, but the driveway is empty.

She feels disappointed and frustrated, feeling like time is dragging on slowly. She wants to see him, to talk to him, to resolve their situation, but she doesn’t know how to do that when he’s not even here.

Sunday, 12:04 AM

It's late, and Y/n finds herself unable to sleep yet again. She tosses and turns for a while, trying to fall asleep but her thoughts and anxieties keep her wide awake.

After a while, she decides that she needs something to distract herself. She slowly gets out of bed, trying to not make too much noise, and heads downstairs towards the kitchen.

Y/n makes her way to the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge. She opens it and looks through the shelves, searching for any snacks. Her mouth waters as she imagines the deliciousness of any snack she'll find.

She rummages through the fridge, moving aside containers and tupperware, until she finds what she was looking for - a container with some leftover thumbprint cookies. She grins to herself feeling happy and comforted by the sight of them. She takes the container out of the fridge and closes the door, moving towards the counter.

As Y/n places the container of cookies on the counter, she is interrupted by a noise coming from outside, near the pool. She freezes, her heart skipping a beat. Is someone outside?

Y/n picks up a broom from the corner of the kitchen, holding it like a weapon. With the broom in one hand and a cookie in her mouth, she slowly makes her way outside, her heart beating loudly in her chest.

As she steps outside, the night air is cool against her skin and the sound of crickets fills the air. She looks around, her eyes darting from side to side, trying to find the source of the noise. She slowly walks towards the pool area, broom raised and cookie half eaten in her mouth.

Y/n's heart leaps as she sees Oscar sitting by the pool, his feet dangling in the water, a cigarette perched between his lips. For a moment, she stands there, broom in hand, staring at him.

She feels a mix of relief and surprise seeing him, especially given the situation they're in. She looks at him for a moment, watching as he takes a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the night air.

After a few seconds, she realizes that she's just standing there staring and quickly shakes herself out of her daze. She lowers the broom and takes a few steps towards him, still holding the cookie in her mouth.

She doesn't say anything, just stands there watching him, feeling a million emotions running through her. She feels a mixture of anger, confusion, and happiness, but also a pang of attraction to him, despite everything that had happened between them.

Y/n finally finds her voice and musters up the courage to say something, breaking the silence between them. "I didn't know you smoked," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

She watches as he takes another drag of his cigarette, the red embers lighting up his face in the dark. She's not sure what to make of this new side of him, seeing him with a cigarette between his lips seems oddly attractive but also concerning to her.

She takes a few steps closer, her eyes never leaving him, still clutching the broom in one hand and the half-eaten cookie in the other. She feels a mixture of awkwardness and familiarity, not sure how to act around him right now.

Y/n

The only sound between us is the occasional crackle of the cigarette and the distant chirping of crickets. I feel a hundred different emotions running through me as I stand here, watching him smoke waiting for him to say something, anything.

Finally, feeling fed up by the silence and tension between us, I decided to break the silence again. "So, are you just gonna smoke out here all night?" I ask, my tone slightly sarcastic.

I watch him as he takes another drag of her cigarette, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air. He turns his head and looks at me, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Nope, I plan on going back in soon," he replies, his voice casual. "Just needed some air."

I roll my eyes, sitting beside him, dipping my feet into the cold pool water. "By air, do you mean smoke?" I repeat his words, my tone laced with playful sarcasm.

"Yeah, something like that," he replies, his smirk only growing wider. He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke slowly escape from his lips.

Oscar takes out another cigarette from his pack and offers it to me. "You want one?" he asks, holding the cigarette out for me to take.

I let out a small laugh and took the cigarette from his hand. "How sweet of you," I tease, my voice low. "You're just so kind, offering me a cigarette."

Oscar laughs and replies, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, Mom did tell me to share my blessings," he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

I laugh and retort, my tone still teasing. "I'm pretty sure Aunty Nicole meant anything but cigarettes," I reply with a playful smile on my face.

I look at the cigarette in my hand and realize that I don't have a lighter. I turn to Oscar and ask him. "Hey, can I borrow your lighter?" I say, putting the cigarette on my lips.

Instead of handing her the lighter, Oscar moves closer to her, holding the lit lighter up to her cigarette. He sits, looking directly at her, his eyes meeting hers as he lights her cigarette for her, his hand cupped over the flame to shield it from the wind.

Y/n lets out a small gasp, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her as he lights her cigarette, his hand so close to her face. She holds his gaze, caught off guard by his proximity and gesture.

She can feel his breath on her face, the smoke from her newly lit cigarette swirling around them. She swallows, her heart beating wildly in her chest, unsure of how to react to the sudden intimacy between them.

Y/n lets out a shaky breath and turns away, feeling the familiar sense of awkwardness between them. She takes a shaky drag from her cigarette, trying to calm her racing heart. She avoids his gaze, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

Oscar breaks the silence, his voice hesitant. "So, uhm... About that- that kiss..." he begins, stuttering through his words. He looks at her, his expression serious, the cigarette in his hand forgotten for the moment.

Y/n feels her heart skip a beat as he mentions the kiss. She was hoping he wouldn't bring it up, but she knew he would eventually. She turns to face him, meeting his gaze, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

She doesn't say anything, just waits for him to continue, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She takes another drag on her cigarette, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, his eyes locked on hers, as if searching for something. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I... I didn't mean for it to happen- not like that at least," he finally says, his voice low and earnest.

Y/n listens to him, her heart in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and the regret in his expression. She wants to say something, but her throat feels dry and the words won't come.

He continues, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I don't know what came over me," he says, his fingers fidgeting with the cigarette in his hand. "I just... I couldn't help myself."

Y/n feels a pang of emotion in her chest as he speaks, her heart melting slightly at his words. She can see the struggle in his eyes, the conflict he’s feeling about what had happened between them.

She looks at him, her expression a mix of confusion and understanding. She doesn’t know what to say or how to react. She takes another drag on her cigarette, the smoke swirling around them in the cool night air.

The silence between them stretches out, only interrupted by the distant croaking of the frogs and the faint sounds of traffic from far away. Both of them are lost in their own thoughts, words left unsaid lingering in the air.

Oscar looks at Y/n, his expression pleading for her to say something, anything. "Please, say something," he says, his voice desperate. "Even if it's swearing me out. Just…just say something."

Y’n looks at him, her expression softening as a small smile forms on her lips. "It's okay," she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I understand. It's okay."

She can see the relief that floods his features, his body visibly relaxing as he takes in her words. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"You…you understand?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "You're not angry?"

Y/n nods, her expression a mixture of understanding and forgiveness. "I was angry at first," she admits. "Especially after the fight." She takes a drag on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly.

"But... I understand now," she continues, looking at him with a soft expression. "it happened, and we can't take it back. And I... I don't want to be angry at you forever."

Y/n gathers her courage and looks directly at him, her eyes meeting his. "Oscar," she says, her voice steady but soft, "What... what did that kiss mean to you?"

Oscar looks at her, his expression conflicted. He lets out a heavy breath, his eyes dropping to the bottom of the pool for a moment. "I..." he begins, his voice trailing off. He hesitates, clearly struggling to find the words.

His fingers fidget with the cigarette in his hand, his nervous energy palpable. "It…it was a mistake," he finally says, his voice quiet. "A stupid, impulsive mistake."

Oscar looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers, a mixture of guilt and determination in them. "But…but it's also the one mistake I don't regret," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar looks at her, his expression serious and sincere. "I…I love you," he says, his voice firm. "I think I've loved you for a long time, I just didn't realize it until we kissed."

Oscar looks at her, his eyes filled with affection. "I love everything about you," he says, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. "Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you light up a room when you walk in. I love the way you always know how to make me feel better when I'm down, and how you're not afraid to call me out when I'm being an ass."

He continues, his words pouring out of him like a flood. "I love the way you always smell like vanilla, and how your hair looks when it's messy first thing in the morning. I love the way you sing to yourself when you think no one's listening."

He takes a step closer to her, his gaze unwavering. "I love everything about you…your stubbornness, your kindness, your honesty, your strength…." he trails off, his voice filled with emotion. He reaches out and touches her cheek gently with his fingers, his touch light, almost reverent.

Oscar looks at her, his expression filled with remorse. "I'm sorry for not noticing it earlier," he says, his voice earnest. "For not realizing how I truly felt about you until now. I was a fool, Y/n. I was blind to what was right in front of me."

He smiles softly, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "You know, the first time we met, I could tell that you were a good soul. There was something about you that just…called to me, even though we had just met," he says. "But I didn't want to make my mind up yet. I wanted to get to know you better before I decided how I felt."

Oscar chuckles softly. "I was so awkward around you at first," he admits, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I didn't know how to talk to you. I wasn't sure how to act or what to say. You intimidated me, and I was scared of saying the wrong thing and screwing things up."

Oscar is in the middle of speaking when suddenly, he's cut off by the feeling of Y/n's lips on his. He's taken aback for a moment, shocked by the suddenness of the kiss. But soon, he melts into it, his worries fading away as he returns the kiss.

Y/n

I smirk playfully as Oscar pulls back. I teasingly say, "I get it Oscar. You like me." I grin at his dumbfounded expression, amused by how flustered he looks.

"You can stop gushing about all the things you like about me now," I say, poking him playfully in the chest. "I think I get the picture."

Oscar blushes, his expression sheepish. "Oh, shut up," he says, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I can't help it. I just…I just really like you, Y/n."

I roll my eyes but smile, not able to keep up the teasing act. "You're such a sap," she says affectionately, lightly punching him in the arm.

Oscar laughs and pretends to rub his arm like it's wounded. "Hey, watch it," he says, pretending to pout. "I'm a sensitive guy, I can't handle your tough love."

I laugh, my expression softening as I look at him. "Oh, please," I say. "You can handle anything I throw at you, you big baby."

Oscar feigns offended. "Big baby? Who are you calling a big baby?" he says, his pout growing comically more exaggerated.

The two of them are in the middle of their playful banter when suddenly, it starts to rain. The raindrops begin to fall around them, pattering softly against the ground and the windows of the house behind them.

Oscar looks up at the sky, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, that escalated quickly," he says, watching as the rain starts to pick up.

Oscar quickly gathers his belongings, pocketing his lighter and putting away his cigarettes. Then, he grabs Y/n's arm and drags her lightly into the kitchen, both of them suppressing giggles as they go. The rain is now coming down harder, pelting against the windows and the house's roof.

They find themselves in the kitchen, the rain pouring outside creating a soft background noise. Y'n glances at the counter and remembers the cookies she left there earlier.

"Oh, right," she says, walking over to the counter. "I almost forgot about these."

Oscar watches as Y/n picks up the cookies, his expression softening as he looks at her. He's been struck by the way she looks in the dim light of the kitchen, her hair slightly tousled and her eyes shining.

Oscar looks at the clock on the wall and sees that it's almost twelve-thirty. He turns to Y/n and says, "We probably should go upstairs. It's getting late and the rain isn't getting any lighter."

Y/n agrees and the two of them walk side by side, slowly making their way up the stairs. The soft sound of their footsteps echo through the quiet house, broken only by the muffled sound of the rain outside.

They reach the top of the stairs and find themselves in front of their respective rooms. Oscar looks at Y/n, a soft smile on his face. “Well, goodnight,” he says, reaching for the doorknob to his room.

Y/n turns to face him, her expression mirroring his. "Goodnight, Oscar," she replies, her voice soft. She reaches for her own doorknob, a small smile on her lips.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He wants to say something, but the words don’t seem to come out. Instead, he gives her one last smile, his eyes reflecting the same feelings he had expressed earlier by the pool.

Y/n enters her room, closing the door behind her. She walks over to her bed, the rain still falling softly outside the window and lays down. She can still feel the remnants of the butterflies from earlier, and a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest.

Y/n lays in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smile still on her face. After a few minutes, she starts to feel restless and the thought of Oscar comes to her mind. She debates with herself for a moment but eventually decides to get up and knock on Oscar’s door.

Oscar opens the door, a puzzled expression on his face. He was already in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, getting ready to go to bed. He looks at Y/n, surprised to see her standing there.

She pushes his door open further and steps forward, pressing her lips against Oscar's in a sudden, impulsive kiss. Oscar is caught off guard for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. But then, he melts into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle her face as he kisses her back.

Y/n keeps pushing him backward into his room, not breaking the kiss. Oscar stumbles slightly, but he allows her to lead him deeper into the room, his hands moving to her waist to steady himself.

She kicks the door closed behind her, the soft thud echoing through the quiet room. They're now standing in the middle of the room, still tangled in each other's embrace, their kiss growing deeper and more passionate.

Oscar breaks the kiss, slightly panting, a smile on his lips. He looks at her, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Not that I’m complaining or anything," he says, his voice slightly hoarse, “but what's with the sudden kiss?”

Y/n looks at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and affection. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle. "I just couldn't help myself," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I needed to feel your lips on mine again.

Oscar's eyes flutter shut at her touch, his breath hitching in his throat. He leans into her touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he says, his voice husky.

Y/n grins at his reaction, her fingers continuing to play with his hair. "That's the plan," she replies, her tone playful. She steps closer to him, her body pressing against his.

Oscar's voice is low and sultry, his eyes fixed on hers. He steps closer to her, their bodies almost flush together. "Lie down for me, baby," he says, his words a soft command.

Y/n feels a shiver run down her spine at his words, her skin prickling with desire. Without protest, she slowly moves to his bed and lays down on her back, her eyes never leaving his.

Oscar watches her as she moves to his bed, his gaze roaming over her body hungrily. He follows her, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over her, his body hovering just above hers, his arms supporting his weight.

Oscar feels her hands running through his hair and smiles against her skin. He continues to nibble and kiss her neck, his hands beginning to wander over her body, exploring her curves. Y/n's soft moans and whimpers only fuel his desire, his touch becoming more possessive, more urgent.

His hands move to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He lifts his head, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispers, his voice gruff. "All mine."

Oscar's hands move under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of Y/n's waist before they settle on her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, causing her to arch into his touch. The once soft tender kisses deepened, their tongues dancing in a passionate exchange.

Slowly, Oscar broke the kiss, letting his mouth travel down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. Her breath hitched as his lips reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples, making her gasp. Her back arches off the bed, offering herself to him, wanting more.

Oscar's hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of her shorts and panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them off, revealing her swollen, wet cunt. His eyes locked on her, desire burning in their depths, before he dipped his head, his tongue tracing the outline of her folds.

Y/n's hands clutched the sheets as Oscar began to lavish attention on her, his tongue delving inside her, his fingers tracing circles around her clit. The pleasure built a slow, seductive burn that her writhing beneath him.

Her hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, her moans filling the room. Oscar's lips and tongue explored every inch of her, each lick, each suck, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breaths grew ragged, her body tensing, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Oscar's name was a whispered plea on her lips, her back arching off the bed, her body trembling as her climax crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles clenching around Oscar's tongue as he continued to pleasure her, not relenting until the last shudder subsided.

Oscar, still on his knees between Y/n's legs, took a moment to savor the sight of her flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He could see the glistening evidence of his efforts on her inner thighs.

As he looked up at her, Y/n's gaze met his, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of mischief. She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of the wet spot on Oscar's grey sweatpants, a small smile playing on her lips.

Oscar grinned, his eyes dark with lust, before he stood, hands reaching for the hem of his sweatpants. He pulled them down, his erection springing free, slick with pre-cum.

Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her hand reaching out to stroke Oscar's cock, her fingers coated with the evidence of his arousal. Oscar groaned, his head falling back as he savored the sensation.

With a seductive grin, Y/n pulled him down, urging him to her on the bed. Oscar complied, his body settling between hers. He positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locked, sharing a silent moment of consent before he entered her, their bodies joining into one.

Y/n's back arched, meeting Oscar's thrusts with a fervor that matched his own. The bed creaked under their weight, the mattress shifting with each movement.

Echoes of their moans and gasps filled the room, the sound of their lovemaking bouncing off the walls. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved together, skin slapping against skin.

Y/n's nails dug into Oscar's back, her legs trembling as the pleasure built within her. The room around them faded, their world reduced to the sensation of their bodies, the taste of their kisses.

Abandoning all restraint, his thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Y/n's with each powerful stroke. The headboard banged against the wall, the sound adding to their moans.

Her nails dug deeper into Oscar's back, leaving scratch marks as her orgasm neared. Her body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. The room filled with cries of pleasure as her climax crashed over her.

Feeling Y/n's body quiver around him, Oscar couldn't hold back any longer. His own release followed swiftly, his body tensing as he filled her completely. They lay there, panting their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.

As their breathing steadied, Oscar pulled her closer, their bodies still joined, the scent of sex surrounding them.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She starts to kiss his neck, lips light and gentle, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy from before. Her body is still pressed close to his, her bare skin against his.

Oscar melts under her touch, his eyes fluttering shut, a small moan escaping his lips. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her abdomen. He tilts his head to give her better access to his neck, his skin burning wherever her skin touches his.

Her kisses are soft and slow, a gentle caress on his skin. She can feel his body relax under her touch, his breath becoming steadier as he lets himself bask in the aftermath of their encounter. Y/n moves her lips from his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw and up to his ear.

Oscar gets up from the bed and walks over to his closet. He rummages through his clothes and pulls out a clean shirt. He looks back at Y/n, who is lying on the bed, her eyes half-closed and a sleepy smile on her face.

He walks back to the bed and pulls the shirt over her head, gently maneuvering her arms through the sleeves. The shirt is slightly large on her, but it looks cute, almost like a dress.

Oscar watches as she puts on the shirt, his expression softening at how cute she looks. He takes a moment to admire her before speaking up.

"You look so adorable in my shirt," he says, his voice quiet and affectionate.

Oscar lays back down beside her, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. She sighs contentedly, her head resting against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and reassuring in her ear.

Y/n was about to drift off to sleep, her eyes heavy and her body relaxed against Oscar's chest, when suddenly she sat up, her expression filled with shock. She looks at Oscar, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Y/n looks at Oscar, her voice filled with worry. "What if my parents heard us?" she whispers, her eyes wide with concern. "Or your siblings?"

Oscar chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Relax," he says, his voice soft and comforting. "Nobody heard us. We were being quiet."

"Besides," he continues, a hint of playful teasing in his voice, "My siblings are heavy sleepers. They could sleep through a hurricane."

Y/n relaxes slightly at his words. She knows he's probably right, but she can't help the residual worry that still lingers in her mind. She looks at him, her expression a bit sheepish now. "You're sure they didn't hear us?" she asks again, her voice still hushed.

Oscar grins at her question. "I'm absolutely positive they didn't hear us," he says, his tone confident. "My siblings are like logs when they sleep. And the doors in this house are pretty thick, you know."

"Plus," he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I don't think we were THAT loud. We were pretty careful." He gives her a sly smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/n looks at him with a smirk and says, "Seriously? We weren't that loud? Have you forgotten how much the headboard was slamming against the wall just a few minutes ago?"

Oscar grins at her words, unabashedly unrepentant. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says, his tone light and teasing. "We were a bit noisy, but come on. Nobody heard us. They're all probably passed out by now."

As Y/n giggles, Oscar smiles at the sound. But then she gasps suddenly, causing him to look at her with concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, his brows furrowing with worry.

Y/n sits up, her eyes landing on an old stuffed animal that's sitting by the window. A look of surprise and nostalgia crosses her face. "Oh my god," she whispers, her voice filled with disbelief. "I can't believe it. I thought I'd lost this stuffed animal years ago."

She reaches out and picks up the stuffed animal, holding it carefully in her hands. A smile spreads across her face as she looks at it, her fingers running over the soft and familiar fabric, the memories of her childhood rushing back to her.

Oscar watches her as she holds the stuffed animal, a small smile on his face. He sees the nostalgic look on her face and can't help but ask.

"Is that yours?" he says, his voice soft. "I mean, it was already here when I switched rooms with May."

Y/n looks up at him, her eyes still glued to the stuffed animal. "Yeah," she says, her voice filled with fondness. "It's my old stuffed animal from when I was a kid. I can't believe it's still here all this time."

Oscar reaches over and kisses her forehead gently, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment. "Cute," he murmurs, a soft smile on his face. As Y/n cuddles the stuffed animal, he watches her with a warm gaze, his hand resting on her hip.

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A nice little weekend with my love 🧡🧡

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maxfewtrell: wasn’t aware Lando was this flexible

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francisca.cgomes: have you taken him to seen sabrina yet?

↳ yourusername: I don’t trust him to not go feral

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yourusername: Juno (Lando Norris’ Version)

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username1: NOT MY FAVOURITE WAG BEING A SWIFTIE

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landonorris: i thought we agreed not to post that photo :(

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↳ username3: NOT LANDO BEING HORNY ON THE MAIN

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landonorris: she asked (begged) and now i know what a juno pose really is

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yourusername: may need to show me that Juno pose later

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charles_leclerc: you should have come with me and alex!

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yourusername: i guess i let him make me juno

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alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous girl cant wait to be godmother (kika i will fight)

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carlossainz55: cant wait for this baby to become a ferrari driver and me become his favourite uncle

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mclaren: we can’t wait to see little baby norris in the paddock next season!

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landonorris: well I don’t think sabrina will be using our juno pose

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris and 5.619.174 others charles_leclerc been working on some new stuff. written for a specific person. love you.

carlossainz55 you're doing everything you can huh?

charles_leclerc i've got to show i'm the one for her landonorris that's the reason you sent her flowers without letting her know? danielricciardo the flowers were from you? maxverstappen1 ooo does charles need to watch out next race?

scfty/n i'm scared this isn't good.

norrislcve oh lord i fear for the next race.

luvsricciardo okay but imagine seeing daniel absolutely fight the shit car he has just so he can threaten charles?? it's gonna be exciiiiting norrislcve and if he takes them both out of the race?? luvsricciardo good for him tbh. charles lowkey deserves it norrislcve you don't even know the full story??? you have a few paparazzi photos and an album FROM ONE SIDE and you decide charles deserves to be taken out of a race? if they can't separate their private life and the race it self, they should NOT be racing.

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liked by sharllve, lecsluv and 1.279 others f1updates we have been sent these photos that is supposedly yourusername back in ferrari merch. is this a hint towards anything? tagged: yourusername

scfty/n those first two photos are literally old, and the last photo isn't even her?? she posted those two photos on her instagram after one of the first races she attended with charles.

leclrcs i literally saw here there tho, and she was wearing jeans like that scfty/n and that's supposed to prove what? that she reuses jeans? and there's literally two types of jeans here, a pair of black and a pair of light blue 🤨

wrldofleclerc i saw her there, but she was wearing a mclaren jacket (probably to support her bf??)

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 4.719.720 others yourusername well it seems some people were concerned with what i was wearing at the race this weekend. ferrari? nah. mclaren? yes. (he caught me trying to be sneaky while taking a photo) tagged: danielricciardo

danielricciardo to be honest you don't have to be sneaky. you can take photos of me anyday. i know i look good

yourusername you're right. i can take photos of you anytime. because i'm your girlfriend. i dont need permission 🥰 landonorris if he ever says you can't take photos of him, you're free to start taking photos of me 🙃 yourusername might take advantage of that offer. thank you danielricciardo don't steal my girlfriend 😠

y/nsvsp looks better than the red tbh

leclercsbae how dare you? y/nsvsp just speaking the truth 🤷 wrldofy/n can we agree she looks amazing in everything tho?

lecswrld good for you tbh. tell them

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liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 2.823.973 others yourusername all talked out, don't worry no one's being pushed off the track this weekend. right? am i going back to red? never. i found my color 🧡 tagged: charles_leclerc, danielricciardo

danielricciardo speak for yourself, i'm pushing people off the track i need to get back on that podium

charles_leclerc not the best way to do it mate landonorris you're letting me stay right? your favorite teammate? danielricciardo let's see 🤷‍♂️ yourusername don't threaten lando. he's too precious.

lecswrld he already looks so much happier!

rics.aep omggg they're friiiiends

luvsnorris are they getting back together?

leclercsaep i doubt it. with the rumors of him having cheated and her being in a happy relationship, there's a slim chance y/n and charles will get back together

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, pierregasly and 1.718.032 others charles_leclerc was forced to tasted this green thing. never doing that again. absolutely horrifying. tagged: yourusername, maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1 and you loved it

yourusername you charles you loved it >:( charles_leclerc i absolutely did not. i hated it. horrible. worst time of my life. maxverstappen1 worse than qualifying in baku 2019? charles_leclerc blocked.

pierregasly thank you for these photos. they're amazing.

yourusername i have some of max too. wanna see them? charles_leclerc YOU DIDN'T POST THOSE? yourusername no, not yet. do you see them on my profile? maxverstappen1 if you post those, i will make sure both daniel AND charles will end up in the wall on sunday. charles_leclerc you wouldn't danielricciardo i am shook.

comicallec everyone say a thanks to y/n for taking these photos

landonorris thank you y/n 🙏

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, mclaren and 2.492.129 others danielricciardo back on that top step baby! knew it was possible 💪 tagged: mclaren

landonorris excuse me did you forget that i was there with you???

danielricciardo my dear friend, you are in the second photo. landonorris was expecting more aknowledgement ngl yourusername don't worry i took lots of photos where it's visible landonorris at least someone cares about my feelings

mclaren so proud of our drivers for the 1-2 this weekend! 💪

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liked by landonorris, danielricciardo and 3.111.304 others yourusername since my boyfriend couldn't care less about including lando, heres a few photos from the weekend that includes lando (i'm aware most of you follow me for my singing and not these randon guys that likes driving fast cars, but i'm just very proud 🥹 i'm leaving for tour in a couple of days and then you'll get all sorts of content) tagged: danielricciardo, landonorris, mclaren

landonorris THANK YOU

danielricciardo you're acting like i didn't include you AT ALL 🥲 landonorris because you barely did maxverstappen1 yeah mate you could have put in some more effort yourusername yeah daniel you could have included at least one more with him. danielricciardo wow i see how it is

ncrrisfav YESSSS gimme gimme gimme

landonorris

liked by yourusername, danielricciardo and 1.908.166 others landonorris daniel hurt my feelings so he's not being included >:( thank you yourusername for the second photo! amazing weekend. would not recommend drinking champagne from daniel's shoe tho tagged: danielricciardo, mclaren

yourusername yeah honestly drinking from daniel's shoe, disgusting.

danielricciardo and i thought you loved me landonorris your feet sweat tastes disgusting. never doing that again danielricciardo can i bribe you?? landonorris depends how much you're willing to pay yourusername disgusting.

norris.vfx god the content we're getting right now is AMAZING

clarkeybog ikr?? loving it!

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“Come on baby aren’t you gonna make me feel good?” He asked with that smirk that drove her mad.

“Baby…” she smiled to herself, not letting his usual act deter her. “We all know I’m the dom in this relationship…you want your little celebration? Get on your knees and be a good boy.”

Lando paused before gulping. “What did you call me?”

AJ smirked.

“Baby…come on you know I don’t ask twice…but because you won today I will…”

He knew he was in for it now.

“Get on your knees baby…and be a good boy.”

“Yes ma’m.”

AJ couldn’t help but feel a pang of desire as he looked up at her, fluttering his eyelashes. For someone who was so dominating on the track and so ruthless at times he melted under the slightest attention given to him.

“Look up baby. Look me in the eye.”

He looked up at her, his eyes hungry and desperate.

“Please…” he panted.

“Please what baby? Speak up…come on.”

“Please touch me.”

“Lan. Come on. Use your words.”

AJ took a look over to the clock. 4:00. This was going to be a long night.

4:20

“That’s a good boy.”

AJ’s hands were practically glued to Lando’s hair as she moved the boy to wherever she wanted him.

He could only moan in reply to her words.

“Come on baby…that’s it…that’s the spot…”

Lando let out a whine of appreciation as AJ tugged harder, subtly telling him he was doing a good job.

He smiled softly to himself and dug his tongue deeper in.

4:50

“AJ…right there please…god you’re gorgeous on your knees…”

AJ smirked back up at him and lead his hands to her hair. She pulled out suddenly with a pop leaving him to whine from the cold.

“Keep your hands there…or you don’t cum.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“That’s a good boy.”

And she gingerly ducked her head down and slowly licked a stripe.

“Fuck me dead…”

“That’s the plan sweetheart.”

5:08

“So pretty like this baby…”

Lando whined his legs close to giving out as he leaned against the wall, his head lolling back.

AJ lifted the shirt over his head- having initially deciding to leave it on as they were both so desperate to get his trousers off.

She smirked as she looked at the chain dangling below his neck.

“Forgot to tell me about this hm baby?”

He looked up with a guilty expression as she tugged it a bit harder than usual.

“A-AJ!” He cried out, gasping for air.

“That’s not my name right now baby…”

“Ma’am…”

“Good boy…now be quiet and I’ll show you exactly how this chain is meant to be used.”

5:25

AJ watched a mixture of his and her cum leak out of her. The sight made her moan.

Lando whimpered thinking they were going for another round and slowly started moving his hips again.

“No…no no baby-“

“No…wanna…wanna make you feel good…”

“You’re such a good boy Lan but you know you can be done…”

He kept sloppily thrusting upwards before he suddenly stopped. He battered his eyelashes innocently- a thing that could’ve made AJ laugh because of the state he had gotten himself in- and she knew he wanted something.

“Ride me baby?”

“With those pretty eyes how on earth could I say no?”

5:40

“Come on baby I gotta get you cleaned up…”

“Nooooo…” Lando slurred with a sniffle.

“Baby come on im gonna hurt you soon.”

“Save a horse ride a cowboy…” he sang with a smirk.

“I’m sending you to sleep baby. Come on I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

“If-if I win Austin…and I bring the McLaren cowboy hat to the hotel room will you fuck-fuck me in it and ride me like a cowboy?”

“You gotta win first…” AJ cooed.

“You know I will.”

But before they could drift off to sleep a knock- no a slamming on their hotel room door interrupted them.

AJ opened the door.

Shit.

Carlos.

“Well…I had no idea you had it in you,” he quipped without letting his sister get a word in.

“Thank you-“

“No. No not you. I meant Lando?”

“Que?”

“I had no idea Lando’s voice could get that high.”

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Lando sighed as he picked up his phone which was constantly vibrating.

She really wouldn’t leave him alone.

One voicemail left.

He sighed and clicked on the voicemail listening to her voice.

‘Lando? Baby? Listen I know I was stupid and I shouldn’t have done what I did but come on…you can’t be mad at me forever. It would be stupid of you to not want me back…’

And she was right.

aj_isthebettersainz date night 🧡

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carlossainz55 no panky hanky or whatever it is George calls it

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↳ aj_isthebettersainz you liar

alexandrasaintmleux lando can you fight?

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username4 raw. next question

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MASSIVE CRASH!

Carlos Sainz is sent spinning after trying to overtake close friend Lando Norris and crashes into the barriers! The driver is out of the car and safe but that is a massive issue for Ferrari’s constructor hopes.

SAINZ RADIO:

Boys I’m sorry, AJ I’m sorry

Carlos your sister isn’t with us

Que?

Your sister has gone to the McLaren garage and to our best information she’s going to the hotel straight afterwards

NORRIS RADIO:

Lando?

Yes? Is Carlos okay?

From what we’ve heard yes. AJ said to deliver a message

Is she okay? Oh god what’s happened to her?

She’s perfectly fine. She said she’s going to the hotel room as she’s *coughs* not putting up with this race bullshit anymore

*laughs* tell her I’ll see her there

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Lando felt his phone buzz in his pocket after the race as he made his way to his car. He checked the contact name.

Princess Sainz.

He picked up warily. “Hey baby…”

“AJ?”

“I’m in the hotel room…”

“That’s good I’m happy you’re back safe-“

“No baby…I’m in your hotel room.”